Chapter 200: The First Battle of Walking the Jianghu

Long Er and the three death-row prisoners stood silently in a standoff with their swords drawn, the atmosphere growing increasingly subtle.

Seeing this, Duan Fengyun spoke up:

"If neither side makes a move, I will consider that you have both given up this opportunity."

As soon as Duan Fengyun's voice fell, the three death-row prisoners were the first to lose their composure.

"Little Young Master, forgive us!"

The three of them held their swords and charged directly at Long Er.

Long Er took a step back, putting a distance of one meter between himself and the three.

Long Er was still conflicted; after all, he was such a young child, and being asked to kill with a sword was something he found difficult to accept in the moment.

However, in order to survive, these three death-row prisoners had to defeat Long Er, or have Long Er declare his own surrender.

Thus, the three continued to attack Long Er with their swords. This time, they split into three paths: two attacked from the left and right, while the third attacked Long Er's face.

Long Er kept parrying with his sword, but everyone has a temper, and Long Er's anger began to rise.

Long Er began to counterattack with his sword. After the battle with the Dongying people, his technique had improved significantly compared to before, but it was still quite a distance from Duan Fengyun's internal goal.

Seeing that Long Er had begun to counterattack and that his sword moves were incomparably exquisite, the three death-row prisoners knew that defeating him today would be tricky.

But Long Er's strikes lacked decisiveness; moves that could have wounded them were suddenly pulled back at the very last second.

This gave the three a glimmer of hope. Although this Little Young Master had superior swordsmanship, he lacked actual combat experience and was not decisive enough.

The three had known each other for many years, and their coordination was quite good. Their fluid teamwork, combined with a desperate, death-defying style, finally pierced Long Er's back.

On Long Er's back, three sword wounds were now slowly oozing fresh blood.

"Little Young Master, you are no match for us!"

"Surrender, if this continues, we might really hurt you by accident."

The three death-row prisoners advised him with good intentions.

Although Duan Fengyun kept saying that swords have no eyes and that he would not blame them if they hurt Long Er,

they believed that if anything were to truly happen to Long Er, they would absolutely not be able to walk out of this Back Mountain alive.

Therefore, after wounding Long Er, the three hoped he would voluntarily admit defeat so they could leave safely.

Seeing that both sides had stopped, Duan Fengyun shouted to Long Er:

"Long Er, if you continue like this, I will do as I told you just now."

"Think about your dream, and summon your courage!"

At this moment, Duan Fengyun's words and the words the death-row prisoners had just spoken kept surfacing in Long Er's mind.

"Surrender!"

"Think about your dream, are you going to give up!"

"Ah!"

Finally, under intense pressure, Long Er grew furious, and the heart of the hero from his two previous lives as Jiansheng began to awaken.

With a loud shout, Long Er charged at the three death-row prisoners with the Liangji Sword.

Before the first two death-row prisoners could react, their throats were slashed by Long Er.

Seeing this, the last death-row prisoner dropped his weapon and was about to turn and run.

Long Er, having lost his head, leaped and arrived directly in front of the last death-row prisoner.

The Liangji Sword in Long Er's hand had somehow changed into the Zimu Twin Swords, and with an expressionless face, Long Er plunged both swords into the death-row prisoner's chest.

But Long Er did not stop his assault; he pulled the swords out and stabbed them in again.

The gushing blood covered Long Er's hands and also sprayed into his mouth.

Seeing this, Duan Fengyun hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Long Er away.

"Alright, alright, Long Er, you have already completed the test your father set for you."

"He is already dead, Long Er!"

Amidst Duan Fengyun's repeated calls, Long Er finally regained his senses.

Looking at his blood-covered hands and tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, Long Er collapsed onto the ground and began to retch violently.

After vomiting everything in his stomach until he was almost bringing up bile, Long Er finally stood up.

Then, as if he had gone mad, he ran to a nearby ditch to wash the blood off his hands.

Even though his hands were already washed clean, Long Er did not stop; judging by his posture, he would not be satisfied until he had scrubbed off a layer of skin.

Duan Fengyun did not speak, only watching all of this silently.

Back in the day, the four of them as fellow disciples had been the same after killing someone for the first time.

Especially him; the socialist ideology he had received since childhood made him actually very respectful of life.

After being forced to kill, he had acted even more extremely than Long Er, wishing he could chop off his own hands that had committed the killing.

Therefore, he understood Long Er's current mood very well, but no one could help Long Er through this hurdle; only Long Er could overcome it himself.

After washing his hands until they were spotlessly clean, Long Er stood up and slowly walked over to the three death-row prisoners he had killed.

Because of the renovations recently, there were still many tools left behind by workers on the Back Mountain.

Long Er picked up a shovel and began to dig into the ground; the other four mountain-guarding disciples wanted to step forward to help, but were stopped by Long Er.

"Do not come over, I want to do it myself!"

Thus, Duan Fengyun and the four mountain-guarding disciples watched silently as Long Er dug a large pit in the ground, threw the three death-row prisoners into it, and then piled up a small mound of dirt.

Long Er looked around, found a piece of wood, and then picked up his sword to write on it:

"Long Er's first battle while walking the Jianghu!"

Long Er plunged the piece of wood into the dirt mound, then ignored Duan Fengyun and turned to leave.

Duan Fengyun rubbed his head sheepishly and said:

"This brat, still angry with me!

I hope you can understand that Dad is truly doing this for your own good.

If you want to walk the path of the jianghu, this is something you must experience.

Dad does not want to see the white-haired bury the black-haired, I hope you can understand Dad."

Long Er, who was in front, trembled after hearing Duan Fengyun's words and did not speak, but his back no longer looked as resolute as before.

After waking up, Nie Feng and the other two, who had been searching for Duan Fengyun and Long Er along the way, finally found Long Er and Duan Fengyun behind him at the Back Mountain.

"Long Er, it's so late, what are you and your dad doing here?

Are you two hiding something good from us to eat?

Hurry and confess, otherwise we won't take you to eat good food in the future."

If it were the usual Long Er, he would definitely be grinning and joking around with the three of them.

But the current Long Er had just experienced a trial of the heart and had no mood to joke with the three of them at all.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Feng, Uncle Yun, I'm a bit sleepy, I'm going back to sleep first."

Long Er greeted the three of them and walked down the mountain.

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang were confused; what was wrong with Long Er tonight?

Could it be that Junior Brother Duan scolded him?

Bu Jingyun, who was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, frowned; he sensed a strong scent of blood on Long Er.

This kind of blood scent only appears after having just killed someone; could it be that Long Er...?

Bu Jingyun guessed what Duan Fengyun and Long Er had done at the Back Mountain.

He, along with Nie Feng and Qin Shuang, came before Duan Fengyun.

Just as the confused Qin Shuang and Nie Feng were about to ask Duan Fengyun what was going on with Long Er, they were interrupted by Duan Fengyun.

"Yun, you must have seen something, you speak first!"

Bu Jingyun then stated his guess:

"Junior Brother Duan, I just smelled blood on Long Er; did you make Long Er kill someone?"

Hearing Bu Jingyun's question, Nie Feng and Qin Shuang looked at Duan Fengyun in surprise.

Duan Fengyun nodded and said:

"That's right, Long Er just killed three heinous death-row prisoners here."

"So that's why you suddenly wanted to go out today!

So you were going to find a whetstone for Long Er!"

Qin Shuang said.

Nie Feng said:

"But Junior Brother Duan, Long Er is still so young; making him kill will give him trauma."

Duan Fengyun looked at Nie Feng and asked in return:

"Feng, do you still remember the age we were when we were forced by Xiongba to kill?

At that time, we were even two years younger than Long Er, and we were forced to kill just the same.

If one wants to go far in the jianghu, one must make oneself strong.

Strength is not just about martial arts, but also about one's inner heart.

Long Er now has martial arts beyond his years, but he is not decisive enough; if this continues, something will happen to him.

That group of people from Dongying were not Long Er's match in terms of strength, but because Long Er was not decisive enough in his strikes, he was captured by them.

For the sake of Long Er's safety and future, I had to do this!"

After hearing Duan Fengyun's answer, Nie Feng and Qin Shuang fell into deep thought.

Bu Jingyun agreed, saying:

"Junior Brother Duan is right; the path of the jianghu requires seeing blood.

Since Long Er wants to walk the jianghu, this is something he must experience.

I believe in Long Er; with his talent and wisdom, he will overcome this."

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang looked at Duan Fengyun and Bu Jingyun; they also knew that what Duan Fengyun did was not wrong.

But when they thought of Long Er's age, they still could not bear it in their hearts.

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